I'm glad you guys didn't want much because it sucked. A lot. So I just cut it out, sorry if you were really looking forward to it like a weirdo.

Katniss's POV

I can't believe it. I'm going to be a mother. Peeta is still sound asleep and I only just woke up, to the amazement of our future. I can't wait. Peeta's going to be so happy. We're going to have a family. Thinking about it now, I can see why so many people want children. It's a wonderful feeling to know that you are creating life. Peeta rolls over next to me.

"Baby, we did it," he says.

"I know."

"We're going to have a baby."

"We are," I repeat.

Two weeks later, I wake up feeling nauseous. I'm about to vomit. Throwing back the covers, I jump out of bed and make it to the bathroom just in time. I throw my hair over my shoulders and lean over the toilet. Gross, I think.

"Katniss?" Peeta asks. "Are you okay?"

"I'm pregnant," I say, smiling, despite the vomit likely stuck in my teeth.

"Close your mouth before I have to join you," he says playfully disgusted.

"Sorry," I mumble.

"I'm going to start breakfast while you brush your teeth."

"I think I'll pass on breakfast today, actually," I say. "I don't really want anything to come up again."

"I understand," Peeta says, heading towards the door. "More for me, I guess!"

"Go on," I say, waving him out of the bathroom. I stand up and take my toothbrush and some toothpaste from the cabinet. I wet the brush under the faucet. I'm still always thankful for the running water. I squirt a bit of toothpaste onto the brush and go crazy, trying to get all the vomit and it's nasty taste as far from my mouth as possible. I'll have to get a new toothbrush. While I'm in here I might as well take a shower, I think. I check to make sure there's a towel on the rack and start the water. I step into the heavenly warmth. I'm going to be mom. The first footsteps, the first words, the first day of school, all of the exciting things to look forward to. I put some shampoo in my hand then massage it into my hair. I rinse and add some conditioner. Taking the bar of soap, I wash my stomach gently. As I get out of the shower, I hear Peeta's footsteps in the office. I dry off and make the mad dash from the bathroom to our bedroom, wrapped in a towel.

"Katniss?" Peeta calls. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," I call back, putting on some shorts and a red cotton shirt. "I'm just getting dressed. Be out in a minute!"

"Okay. Hurry up!"

I step out of the room and peek in the office. "Peeta?" I call. No answer. Entering the office, I look around, trying to find him. "Peeta?" He was just in there. Where could he have gone?

"Ow! Argh," I hear him say. Following the sound of his voice, I go downstairs.

"Peeta?" I call out, worried. "Where are you?"

"Ow, dammit!"

"Peeta? Are you okay?" I shout. His voice leads me to the basement. What on earth is he doing down there?

"We need to clean this out!" Peeta shouts.

"Peeta! I'm coming!" I scream, running down the stairs into a dimly lit mess. There's all kinds of things just lying around. Old boxes are stacked sloppily in a corner, rusty nails litter the floor.

"Ow! We need to pick up these nails. They keep stabbing me!" He complains.

"Peeta! You cannot be barefoot down here! You're going to get really sick if the nails penetrate your skin!"

"Sorry," he mumbles, doing a skip-hop maneuver to reach the stairs where I'm standing without stepping on anymore nails.

"Come on," I say, grabbing his wrist. "I'm taking you to the hospital. Now."

"Is it really that bad?" he asks pitifully.

"You could die. I would consider that pretty bad." I lead him to kitchen and make him get on the counter so I can see his feet. I wash them with warm water and soap then put some antiseptic on it. I wrap his feet in bandages. "Put on some shoes, we're going."

"But you just fixed me up pretty well," he protests. I give him a stern look. "Oh, alright."

"Why were you in the basement anyway?" I ask.

"Well I was trying to see what we had down there to gauge how difficult it would be to finish it like the rest of the house."

"Why would we need it? We have plenty of space," I counter, stepping into the summery air.

"Maybe a playroom and an bigger office, add a guest room," he suggests.

"How about we focus on the nursery first," I say, giggling.

"Okay." We walk in silence until we reach the hospital that was built when twelve was redone. Even after ten years it's still nowhere near done. The necessities were built first, a hospital, a market place and a school. They're building a clothing shop right now so people don't have to make their own for much longer. Fabric is available in the marketplace but my mother sends me clothes and Effie likes to send me Capitol clothes, which are hidden in the back of the closet since I will never wear them. Ever.

I open the door of the hospital and shoo Peeta inside. I stride up to front desk. "Excuse me, but is there a doctor available?"

"No, I'm afraid not," the receptionist says, not looking up.

"It's urg—" I begin.

"Oh, Mrs. Mellark, I'll see what I can do for you!" she says, looking up at me.

"Um, okay." I hate being treated like a celebrity sometimes. It's all fine and dandy for emergencies but when they rush me in to see a doctor who is already busy with a patient when I come in for a regular check-up, that's when it's gone too far. I have no problem waiting like anyone else.

"Dr. Schumaker can see you now," the receptionist says to me.

"Well, actually it's not for me, it's for my husband," I explain.

"No problem," she says cheerfully. "You two can go on in now."

I gesture at Peeta to go into the back hallway with me so we can go to Dr. Schumaker's office.

"Katniss and Peeta!" he says in his deep, booming voice as he enters the room.

"Hello doctor," I say politely, standing to shake his hand.

"Nice to see you," Peeta says, raising a hand in greeting.

"What are we here for?" Dr. Schumaker asks me.

"Well Peeta, the genius that he is, decided he was going to try and clean the basement. Barefoot," I explain. "We didn't know that we had rusty nails down there and he stepped on some. I tried to clean him up as best I can."

"We let's take a look," the doctor says, easing Peeta's shoes and socks off.

"Ow," Peeta winces.

"Sorry," Dr. Schumaker apologizes. Unwrapping the bandages, Dr. Schumaker examines the cuts. "Well, Katniss you did well cleaning up the cuts but we should still give him a tetanus shot, to be on the safe side."

"Shot?" Peeta asks, slightly alarmed.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt much," I assured him.

"Much?" he says, more alarmed.

"I'll be back with the needle," Dr. Schumaker says, leaving the room.

"Needle?" Peeta says, petrified.

"It'll be okay baby. Don't worry. It really won't hurt, I promise. It's better than being sick. And I can't bear to lose another one I love," I say.

"I have the shot right here!" Dr. Schumaker arrives in the room with a bandage and a tube with a needle sticking out of one end and a button on the other end. "It won't hurt you too much."

Peeta's eyes grow to the size of plates and take his hand in mine. "You can squeeze my hand if it hurts."